Summer

I am not cut out for summer.  I wilt in warm weather, when the humidity is like a blanket and somehow the sun is still beating down on you through the humid haze.  I sunburn easily, and my friends know that the weather I like best is slightly chilly rain and overcast skies that make the trees look greener, or those crisp autumn days when the sky is so blue you can't look up and there's a chill that means snow in a couple months but apples now.
What I like about summertime is plunging into icy saltwater and hiking in shady forests before you reach the summit and the wind howls.  I like barbeques and ice cream and being outside in nature, but I am not a summer-in-the-city person.
Yesterday it hit 95 in Paris and I was unprepared.  For days it had been ever-so-slightly chilly, cold enough to wear stockings under a sundress, cold enough to not suffocate under the covers.  And then the heat hit.  I am ashamed to say that I basically went into lockdown and stayed inside.
How do you deal with the heat?

Can We Talk About Winter For A Second?

You guys know this picture, right?  It's Alfonse Mucha's "Les Saisons."  From here. 

I like winter, generally.  I mean, I get tired of the snow and the cold and the sodden feet, but I like complaining about it, too.  I like wearing so many clothes that my family can't recognize me.  I like running in the winter (when there is no ice).  It's a season.  It's a good one.  Necessary, and all that.  And in Boston, we know how to do winter.
Because this weather we're having in Paris?  You know, in early February, the month of moping and sitting inside and eating comfort food?  Yeah, this isn't winter.  There are flowers blooming on the balcony across the street.  I regularly go outside in jeans and a sweater.  That's what I wear in the summer at home (well, sometimes when it's cold and rainy).  This is mid-April weather.  This is sailing weather.  This is not winter.
On one hand, it's kind of like "great!  Springtime!"  We don't really get spring the way normal people do in Boston either - it's a couple months of mud and ice-melt, a week of lilacs, and then mosquitos and sunburns.  It'll be nice to have a proper spring for once - one with balmy weather that isn't too hot and not too much rain and wildflowers growing in the parks.  On the other hand, it's like "wait, it's February.  What did you do with my seasons?"  Just to clarify, I've never went to school on Valentine's Day in high school. Not once.  Because we had snow days every year.
Just wait until my family gets here from Boston, which has like six feet of snow.  I wonder what they'll think!

So I guess this is New England weather

It looks like we have another blizzard on our hands here.  And by "looks like" I mean that I went out a couple of hours ago and now my footprints are completely filled in.  We've had about six inches in two hours - that's a lot of snow, even for here.  Apparently it will turn to rain later on today, but it doesn't really look like it from my standpoint.  Yesterday my little sister and I went sledding... so I guess snow is good for some things, yeah?  And I know it's only January, but it's already starting to feel like winter is rather long.  Anyone else going stir-crazy in the snow?